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I was experiencing the worst headache of my life. I tried everything to tame that beast. I took every pain med I could get my hands on, but that didn’t work. I tried the natural route, a little visualization coupled with herbal tea and a warm towel on my forehead. When that didn’t work I tried a not so natural route, I wrapped a heating pad around my head. (Please don’t laugh) I switched to a cold pack, which did absolutely nothing for me; except give me the chills. That’s when I resorted to crying and whining like a baby.

Jesus help me, I said, I’m suffering here! 911 Lord, 911! Why aren’t there phones that connect you to Heaven? I asked myself. I began to wonder what a 911 call to God would sound like.

“911 Heaven, what’s your emergency?”

“I’ve got an epic headache, can you tell Jesus to send me some heaven grade aspirin or He could just speak a word like He did for the centurion, I’m not picky.”

As I laughed at the conversation I was having with myself I was prompted to pick up my bible. I wanted to see if I would find a 911 response from God in the scriptures. I have to say I was pleasantly surprised by what I found.

My 911 Search

I encourage you to read the entire Psalm 91 chapter. In it you find God’s promise to protect you in all things.

After my search I realized that we do have a direct line to God, purchased and paid for on the cross. His name is Jesus Christ, He is our 911. He is our ever-present help in our time of need. He’s our Rock, our Shield and Best Friend. He laughs with us and weeps with us. Jesus is with you better yet He’s for you whether you’re having the best of days or the worst of days. You are not in this thing called ‘life’ alone.

I can’t say exactly when my headache lifted all I know is that I found my healing and a peace and joy I can’t begin to explain in the midst of my 911 emergency. To that I say, Hallelujah!